• Poetry,  Vic Stanley

    Writing On The Wall

    Written by Victor Stanley Jr.   Only customers around us hustlers How you want it? I’ve been through some trouble bruh I survived death’s nightmare during broad daylight, Life’s right there, I refuse to reach out and touch it Far more than stubborn ain’t budging ’cause I love it No budget for this power you see A gangster’s prestige is seething with greed We impoverished the streets ’cause these souls that we eat We don’t bother to keep, We farming with seed that fills the gardens with weed, Poppy plants and coca leaves, You know the story how I got set free, Now I commune with the saints and rock…